"clockWise" is a striking single, mysterious both in its feel and its creator. There’s very little that's easy to find out about thomTide other than the unquestionable — as an artist he is channeling some deeply creative and original textures and songs. His three previous releases are all less than 100 seconds, offering only a taste of what his musical world could be. Across these releases, thomTide brings up a diverse cast of comparisons for me: hints of Moses Sumney’s longing and grandiosity; using his falsetto as an instrument in ways that channel 645AR; and an undeniable swagger that feels like that of Brittany Howard. “clockWise” is an earned next step, an evolution in sound that still keeps the mystery alive. A driving kick forces a dark guitar riff onward, as he delivers poetic thoughts on growing and time. Just like the song’s energy, there is no stopping life from moving forward. Yet, rather than fall victim to its unrelenting momentum, thomTide takes it in stride, recontextualizing it as a motivation and reminder to “love and fail while we may.” Around halfway through, the song expands outwards, those lead vocals reaching for something more. In the final thirty seconds, drums are traded for a chorus of voices, creating a hauntingly beautiful moment. This is a performance that proves thomTide is not messing around, the mysterious figure capable of so much incredible artistry in under two minutes. We'll certainly be tuned in for what's to come. thomTide's hand-painted sweater is by Ryan Sadler and Spencer Lee. Photo by Ahmed Owda.

Remember being part of a world where rushing from place to place was a common occurrence? NYC duo Fake Dad does. Backed by the guidance of a pulsating drum machine and fueled by the eternal feeling of getting lost in a daydream, "Breakfast In New York" is a love letter to their hometown, and the beauty inspired by the age-old hustle and bustle that is deeply woven into New York's culture.

Fake Dad's ode to the simple pleasure of getting grab-and-go breakfast hits differently in our current era, ruled by a pandemic and an unwavering sense of universal paranoia. "Breakfast In New York" is just as much a loving nudge to ourselves, a reminder to slow down and take stock of those constants we're now inevitably wistfully wishing we never took for granted, especially the often bygone practice of allowing our thoughts to drift into the mundane. Vocalist Andrea de Varona's vocal refrain reminds listeners to remember to take care of ourselves, by remembering to indulge in the pleasure guaranteed to never stop giving: our beloved breakfast. Nothing can bring us back to a dear sense of security and wonder like a bacon, egg and cheese bagel, illustrating what Fake Dad gently reminds us in their Facebook bio: Everything is going to be okay. Photo by Sarah Schecker.

Madeline’s debut single, "Guilty Conscience," brings an empowering fondness and appreciation for a relationship that has come to an end. It’s a song that fits beautifully into, yet sticks out amongst, the current pop landscape, with intimate storytelling draped over relentless production. Madeline manages to perfectly incorporate these colder, almost spacey sounds with a personal and emotional vocal performance. In beautiful, stark contrast to the wobbling synth on the fringes of the verse, Madeline’s voice showcases her power and control. Her confidence comes through in her steady delivery, the vocals staying true even as synths pop in and out across the song, leading us to the chorus. While the verses explore specific and intimate moments, the chorus is a chance to reflect and share wisdom along with a stellar catchy melody. For a song about heartbreak and love lost, it maintains a positivity that you wouldn’t expect, but the chorus’s final line sheds some light, recognizing, “There’s some good in goodbye.” And as a layered guitar solo concludes the journey, we’re thankful we don’t have to say goodbye, with Madeline’s EP slated for an early 2021 release. 

If there's a track to perfectly close the final chapter on a relationship, it’s Dafna’s “it’s u not me.” The dreamy pop ballad is minimalistic in its production, but with vocals so soft, there’s no need for heavy instrumentation. In terms of narrative, the title of the track speaks for itself. The sheer realization of figuring out the one you love will never reciprocate that feeling is painful, and Dafna captures this with striking specificity in the chorus. “And I wasted all this time / With you always on my mind / Now I know that you’ll never feel / The same things I feel.” Towards the end, there’s a string of melodies that sounds like it's signifying the feelings in this relationship being lifted. If you’ve been driving in a dark tunnel, then here you finally see a light in the distance, something bright to look forward to. 

There are a dozen reasons Orla Gartland’s "Pretending" might resonate with you. It might be the closing introverted plea to go home after spending too long at a house party you don’t wanna be at. It might be the disconnect between the face you paint on to catch in a mirror from the one you know best. Or it might be the hook, begging you to admit that you’re pretending too. For me, the line that hit hardest was the final question of the chorus, “Who are you so afraid to be?” It spoke to me for the very simple reason that it’s a question I’ve never thought to ask. I’ve asked why I’m afraid, I’ve asked how not to be. I’ve never bothered to tease out who I am that it feels so uncomfortable to peel back all the layers and expose. I know there’s a dozen facets I could lean into or out of at any given time, almost comfortably. As long as I can remember, I’ve co-existed in a virtually infinite number of spheres — some organic and others forced. However, the person sitting at the center of them all, fluidly weaving them together, is an absolute mystery to me. "Pretending" held up a mirror with a question mark, and it utterly gripped me. The track opens with ethereal harmonies that remind me of the Grouper album that my friend recommended, which I listened to until I understood why he likes it. Next, gentle rhythm math rock guitars layer in, reminding me of the Tessa Violet concert I brought my dad to, where he had so much fun he bought a pin to remember it. The guitar texture morphs into shoegaze that reminds me of the first time I ventured to a living room full of amps, kids and beer. Abruptly the track collapses into itself. Gartland's voice stands alone aside from some empty echoes from pizzicato strings. I’m back in a recital hall with a cello between my knees, my breath matching someone else’s. Suddenly everything returns: bass, drums, guitars, all slam onto the scene. It’s a game changer. From then on, all the pieces effortlessly flow and twist together, only existing completely once they’re all together. It makes sense. It resonates. Photo by Karina Barberis and Greta Isaac.

"I only seem to make real progress when I accept how little I know and really embrace that unknowing," said Tunng's Sam Genders in breaking down "Scared to Death," the English folktronica group's latest single. "Scared to Death" is a tender ballad that welcomes the unfamiliar, questions the weight we place in that which we cannot control. A beeping riff calls to mind "strange white machines, strange rattling sounds" that then bleed into gentle piano chords, softening the scariest of stories told through the song's poetic narrative. Resonant strings drown out these grand fears, comforting us with the reminder that at our core, "we're a random storm of atoms trying to be us." While death itself is inevitable, rather than running from it, facing the facts with open arms is the most powerful thing we can do. Using music to grapple with the darkest elements of life is Tunng's aim with Tunng Presents... DEAD CLUB, a concept album further reflecting on loss and grief, to be released on November 6 via Full Time Hobby. Photo by Paul Heartfield.

Albanian-American singer/songwriter Nisa’s “Common Denominator” bleeds thick and runny surfer garage rock ’n’ roll. The chorus is a massive, ear-splitting lyrical ode to the anonymous apple of her eye. The verses are largely confessional, bolstered by “ba-da-dum” ad-libs. At 2:46, metaphorical daybreak spills. There’s a new day. Nisa’s into feel-good endings that somehow cap a largely 2 a.m. dive bar jam into something to drown in as you wipe crust out of your eyes and decide another day isn’t so bad after all.
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I knew she was trouble when I was suddenly drowning in the pools that she called eyes. She lifted me out from the waters of her irises and reminded me what concrete standing ground felt like because I had already forgotten. For every second we spoke, I struggled to balance my person, for every other sentence she spoke I was liable to topple over into her where I knew things were safe and nothing would hurt. I barely knew her, but ten minutes into speaking with her for the first time I recognized her from a past life, and she did mine. She confessed she journaled all of her dreams for about ten years and I fantasized about poring over the pages by candlelight. I realized later all we would share is a night bound by the kind of conversation that inspires novels. I’ll never see her again, but if she visits me in my dreams, I’ll start journaling.

Gentle, fragrant and touching, “Farm” is the latest release from alt-folk newcomer Skullcrusher. Don’t let the macabre moniker fool you. The LA-based singer/songwriter wouldn’t hurt a fly... or at least that’s what the sound of her music would imply. This single is ushered in on the coattails of her self-titled, wildly successful debut EP, released earlier this year. “Farm” coupled with “Lift” is the first we’ve heard of Skullcrusher since July, and it's a tender, delicate and thoughtful little double-play. In the music video for "Farm," we find Helen Ballentine (Skullcrusher) rowing a stage prop boat across a timeless stage. It feels as if she's triumphantly embarking on a hero's journey the audience eerily anticipates will end tragically. This appeal seems to echo through Skullcrusher's discography so far: it's an unblinking glance into the sun of hopeless romance. "Farm" is the tale of unrequited love's valiant and beautiful efforts. As the music video (and the song) continue, we see our heroine rise to a pedestal of her own making. She spins in a sea of fog and light, repeating the refrain, "I know now," looking lovely, defined and ghoulish all at once. One YouTube commenter claimed this visual harkened back to "Doll on a Music Box," the classic heartbreak tune from Chitty Chitty Bang Bang. Whether or not it's a direct reference, the poetic symbolism cuts like a knife. "Farm" is a story of rejection, of feeling like a songstress strapped to a spinning box of her own making, pleading for reciprocation and mutual affection. 

Skullcrusher’s affecting indie folk songs have swiftly ushered her into the growing pantheon of emerging feminine songwriters. The modest four-track EP Skullcrusher was quickly welcomed as a sanguine and contemplative quarantine staple. I can’t count how many times I put on this record during our dreary and redundant summer. Skullcrusher’s music didn’t seem aimed like an arrow at my heart though. It was soul-stirring in an organic sense, and comforted me to hear. I hope you find comfort in it too. Listen to "Farm" wherever you stream. Photo by Silken Weinberg.